I Hope All Of You Find People Who Love You At Your Ruddest And Worst

long overdue for a scream in the woods

the real enemies to lovers plot was my arc in discovering how to love myself. it may have taken several years, but holy shit i think it worked

Open ❤️

“I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting.”

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person a: when i love someone, i gaslight them

person b: you don’t gaslight me

person a: of course i do

person b: no, i don’t think you do

person a: yeah, i do, i gaslight you all the time, darling. how could you forget?

“Don’t rub your eyes it leads to wrinkles and eye bags!!” you live in a world where you feel guilt over even the most microscopic of life’s pleasures and I will never want to join you there

oompa loompas would be having a field day during the hunger games

hey btw as a reminder. disappointing someone is not the same as harming them

like there comes a point where you think something is fundamentally wrong with you. and then it turns out it’s just Friday and you haven’t washed your hair in three days and maybe you’re also just a little lonely and the combination of all three of those things is whittling a hole into your chest every time you breathe. but also the sun’s up. and you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this too, even if it hurts, even if you have to survive it many times.

i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing